The surgical lights in the operating theater were bright and the scalpel was thin. Zheng Ren panicked.
He had worked hard for today's surgery, but he did not expect Director Fu to personally assist the professor in order to show his respect.
He stood in the corner of the operating theater in a sterile surgical gown, unable to see the surgical field at all.
Accidents would happen as long as there were surgeries. Zheng Ren did not expect that there would be an accident before the surgery.
The surgery that was about to begin was very important.
The patient lying on the operating table was the richest man in Sea City with a high degree of malignant pancreatic head cancer.
He could have gone to Imperial Capital or Sorcery Capital to find the best surgeon in the country to perform the top surgery.
However, it was a coincidence that Professor Ichiro Moriyu from Japan came to China to give a lecture.
Professor Moriyu was the world's top expert in hepatobiliary and pancreatic surgery. It was said that he was the chief surgeon for the emperor's surgery a few years ago.
The demonstration surgery required the patient to lie on the operating table and be broadcasted live.
The patient in front of him had refused the free demonstration surgery and asked Professor Moriyu to come to Sea City to perform the surgery alone after his lecture.
Zheng Ren knew that it was difficult to get the world's top professor to agree to perform the surgery in Sea City. However, the patient did not want to stay in Imperial Capital to be visited.
Moreover …
Most importantly …
He had really managed to get Professor Moriyu to come to Sea City.
The professor was very strict and did not allow visitors in the operating theater. Therefore, Zheng Ren tried his best to participate in the surgery but did not go to the operating table.
Instead, he followed Director Fu and Chief Surgeon Liu's instructions and put on a surgical gown, stood in the corner and waited for the surgery to end.
This was the best opportunity that Zheng Ren could fight for.
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The surgery officially began at 9.15 am
Professor Moriyu was strict and did not put on airs. He opened the skin himself.
The skin, subcutaneous tissue, muscle, and peritoneum were cut open layer by layer like a butcher dissecting an ox. The amount of blood was minimal, probably only five to ten milliliters. The bloody gauze was only speckled with red, like red flowers blooming in the snow.
However, an accident still happened.
Director Fu and Chief Surgeon Liu were shocked when the peritoneum was opened.
The malignant pancreatic tumor had developed rapidly and had already invaded the surrounding tissues, causing severe adhesion as if it was a single entity.
The patient's radiographic films had been examined by many experts. Finally, they were sent to Ichiro Moriyu, who agreed that surgery was possible.
All the experts and professors agreed that the patient had stage three pancreatic head cancer. The condition was more serious, but there was no adhesion between the tumor tissue and the surrounding tissue, so surgery was a good choice.
Unfortunately, the heavens didn't follow one's wishes. Everyone was mistaken.
After seeing this situation, Director Fu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, drenching his sterile hat.
What was going on?
In order to avoid mistakes, an MRI scan was done two days before the operation. Compared with the previous scan, there was not much change.
Could it be that the tumor grew rapidly in two days?
President Fu's hand trembled slightly as he held the suction device.
Professor Ichiro Moriyu was a little displeased. He tapped the suction device with the curved pliers in his hand and muttered something in Japanese.
Although Director Fu did not understand Japanese, he was still keenly aware of the negative emotions contained in the pincers hitting the aspirator. Professor Moriyu was dissatisfied with himself. Director Fu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his entire body stiffened.
The young translator behind her immediately put on a stern face and looked at President Fu sternly. "Fu-san, Professor Moriyu is very dissatisfied with your performance. Although your skills and equipment are inferior, please complete the surgery with the most focused attitude. "
It had been years since anyone dared to speak to him like this. Director Fu was embarrassed. No wonder people hated the Japanese and traitors the most during the War of Resistance Against Japan. How hateful.
However, he did not dare to express his dissatisfaction. He forced a smile that looked like flattery no matter how one looked at it.
The patient's condition was more complicated than expected. For the world's top surgeons, it was difficult but not insurmountable.
The surgery continued. The adhesion between the tumor and the surrounding tissues was slowly peeled off with minimal bleeding. The slightly larger capillaries would be ligated or cauterized in advance. There were no exceptions.
Standing under the shadowless lamp, Ichiro Moriyu was undoubtedly the center of attention. Like a dazzling star, he displayed his outstanding skills on the stage.
Zheng Ren, on the other hand, was an insignificant speck of dust in a dark corner.
Although he could not participate in the surgery, he imagined the entire process of the surgery based on the various instruments used by Professor Ichiro Moriyu.
Zheng Ren's heart yearned to have a glimpse of the surgery.
He tried to change his angle to see if he could catch a glimpse of the process, but it was all in vain.
More than ten minutes later, Professor Moriyu put down the forceps and blunt scissors in his hand, said something in Japanese, and turned to leave the operating table.
The adhesion between the tumor and the abdominal aorta was too severe. The last chance of surgery was lost. Professor Moriyu had no other choice. Not all diseases could be solved with surgery, and not all surgeries would be successful.
The surgery before him was a failure.
He did not insist. If the adhesion between the tumor and the abdominal aorta was forcibly peeled off, it would cause massive bleeding, and the patient would not be able to leave the operating table.
It was a wise choice.
"Zheng Ren, close the abdomen with Cen Meng," Chief Surgeon Liu said to Zheng Ren.
Zheng Ren was just an ordinary attending physician. Although he was very attentive and hardworking, he was not a doctor. Although he was diligent and hardworking, he did not have the opportunity to come into contact with advanced surgeries in the strict medical system. He could only perform level three or four surgeries such as appendicitis and hernias.
He had wanted to learn the world's top professor's surgery from a close distance, but he was arranged to a corner and could not see the entire surgery.
However, Zheng Ren did not complain.
How long had it been? Was the surgery done?
No, the surgery had failed.
Director Fu and Chief Surgeon Liu accompanied Professor Moriyu off the operating table, leaving Cen Meng and Zheng Ren, the chief resident of the first general surgery department, on the operating table to close the abdomen.
Zheng Ren calmed himself down and prepared to observe the progress of the surgery.
The huge tumor and the abdominal aorta were adhered together as if it was a normal anatomical structure.
'No wonder they gave up,' Zheng Ren thought.
Suddenly, Zheng Ren felt a blinding light in front of him. The shadowless lamp began to flicker, and a variety of knives, scissors, and forceps danced on the operating table in front of the scrub nurse like fairies.
He was in a trance. Was he hallucinating? He immediately understood that it was not an illusion. It was an earthquake!
In an instant, the entire house began to shake, and the roof creaked as if the roof and masonry would fall apart at any moment, burying everyone.
However, this was only Zheng Ren's feeling. The surgery on the operating table was still ongoing.
The feeling was over in an instant, as if nothing had happened.
Then, there was another tremor. The shadowless lamp flickered, and the white light shone into Zheng Ren's eyes.
The light was too strong, even more dazzling than looking directly at the noon sun. Zheng Ren immediately felt a trace of cold air enter his body from the top of his head, and his vision went dark.
Did the building collapse and crush him to death?
Was this the feeling of death?
In a trance, he heard violent coughing coming from his body and smelled the scent of blood.
What was going on? Was it an illusion?
Countless memories from childhood to adulthood surged in Zheng Ren's mind, some of which he had forgotten. At this moment, however, it was incomparably clear, like a raging sea.
Was this the unfolding of memories before death? Or was it the legendary trotting horse lantern? Zheng Ren's head was splitting, and such a vague thought appeared in his mind.
It seemed like only a second had passed, but it also seemed like countless years. At the same time, the sea of memories calmed down, and at the same time, a voice appeared in Zheng Ren's ears.
System binding commencing …
System binding complete …
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